Pat on their first inspired asseveration)—
Jill as she was in times of sugared plenty:
The Bond Street goddess, ætat three-and-twenty.
Goddess, indeed! These meagre days that skimp us,
Poor mortals, bullied, badged, and bombed and rationed,
Scarce knows that breed which once on high Olympus
Flaunted in radiant raiment, Poiret-fashioned.
Goddess indeed! A self-sure, jade-eyed, slim puss—
Of life’s each latest luxury impassioned;
Sleek; mateless; restless; rampant; supple-sinewed;